Monday, June 13, 2016

The House Of Fox- A Paranormal Erotic Comedy by SJ Smith

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Blurb:

The
House of Fox is a paranormal comedy that contains scenes of a
sexually explicit nature.

After
a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in
the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every
sordid fantasy becomes reality. But all is not as it seems. The House
of Fox harbors many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against
one another.

The
four newcomers must choose their friends carefully, and take care not
to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry
them to the ends of the Earth and beyond.

The
Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .

The
House of Fox by SJ Smith is now available to pre-order through Amazon
and will be available for sale through all major outlets on the 30th
of June.

Kitty
was watching the live feed from the video camera; grainy, blue tinged
footage on a fat backed TV.

“Like,
any sane woman would’ve been bouncing on Dylan’s cock the minute
she stepped through the door. But oh no, not little miss goody two
shoes Donna; she’d never lower herself into doing anything quite so
lowbrow.”

Jane,
who was standing behind, massaging Kitty’s shoulders, nodded in
full agreement.

“You
know what? I’ll take great pleasure in throwing her to the flames.
It’s no more than the dismal bitch deserves.” Kitty grabbed the
clipboard and updated the dossier, scrawling nothing
happening in the
relevant box. “And here’s me damn fool enough to think pulling
watch duty on that pair might prove fun.”

“Things
may hot up… eventually,” Jane offered.

“Are
you kidding? That bitch is so frigid she could raise penguins in her
asshole.” Kitty swiveled around in her office chair and trapped
Jane’s legs between her knees. “Fuck ‘em. Let’s get back to
the game. Now remind me, honey pie, what was the score again?”

“Four
all.” Jane shook her
head, gutted at having squandered a four-nil lead.

“Then
it’s time for the big decider.” Kitty’s beaming smile lit up
Jane’s world. “What do you think? The loser has to do the next
five hours’ watch?”

“Let’s
do it.” Jane strutted up to the mound, confident she could pull
this off.

Kitty
sat back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hanging her knees
over either armrest. She licked her fingertip, parted her pussy lips
and pushed three ping-pong balls up her cunt.

“Ready?”

“Ready,”
Jane nodded. She steeled herself in preparation, and tightened her
grip on the spank paddle.

Kitty
pulled a face and thrust her hips, and a ping-pong ball flew clean
out of her quim at high velocity and came arcing across the office.
Jane swung the paddle, but missed by six inches. The ball sailed by
and bounced off the coffee machine.

“Strike
one,” Kitty yelled.

“Goddamnit.”
Jane rolled out her shoulders to loosen them, and adopted the stance
once again. “Ready.”

A
second ping-pong ball flew from between Kitty’s love lips, this
time on a much lower trajectory. Jane swung and caught the ball a
glancing blow off the rim of the paddle, sending it straight
downwards, where it ricocheted off the floor and bounced several
times before dribbling to a pathetic stop between her feet.

“Strike
two,” Kitty yelled. “The game now rests on this one final
delivery. Will she step up to be a hero or will she fold under the
pressure?”

“This
time.” Jane was focused now. She took a few practice swings before
crouching sideways on. “Ready.” She would not miss – she knew
it.

The
third ball, glistening with pussy juice, came spinning toward her,
and she saw its flightpath almost in slow motion. She swung the
paddle, catching the ball flush in the face, and sent it hurtling out
through the open door into the corridor. “Home run,” she
squealed, and danced a celebratory jig. “I win, I win.”

“Pah,
you got lucky,” Kitty sneered.

“Luck
had nothing to do with it. I won thanks to my natural ability at the
game.”

The
game – which they had been playing for the best part of two days –
was called either Pussy Ping-Pong or Beaver Baseball; they still
hadn’t made a final decision as to which they liked better. It had
superseded ‘What’s
the most unusual thing you can shove up your ass?’
which Kitty had won by successfully ramming a signed, first edition
of Oliver Twist into her brown eye.

Author
Bio:

SJ
Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long
been his dream to become a full time filth monger. If you’ve never
had the pleasure of reading SJ Smith before, his hilarious crime
novel, Peeper, will be free from the 26th to the 30th of June on
Amazon. Buy links can be found atwww.sinfulpress.co.uk/Peeper